Thursday, April 7, 2016

100 Words a Day 819

Two snow-white steeds pulled the blackbark chariot. Their ice-colored eyes shone with hate and their lips curled in rage. Barbed, black armor covered their chests and head while their legs were protected by an ebony, metal skirt. They walked in step; their hellmetal shod feet sparking on the wet ground.

The man who held their reins wore easily a suit of black armor that would have hobbled any other man, such was its size and weight. The face of his helm was a grinning skull, a grin which matched the one he bore on his face, and topped by fire.

No comments:

Post a Comment